[i]Karena walks over to a group of legacies, fellow Mexican Mafia to be specific.[/i] "What were you thinking?" [i]she hisses at them.[/i]"I know what my father said, but what he can't seem to get into his thick skull is that I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself. [i]You[/i] are to keep my secret identity, which means leaving my problems up to [i]me[/i] to solve, including the rat boy. My father finds about this, he'll have your heads. I find out you [i]disobeyed[/i] me, because believe me I [i]will[/i] find out," [i]Karena stalks closer to the group of the teenage bulks,[/i] "I will make you wish my father [i]had[/i] spiked your empty heads. Understood?" [i]As the group nods, frantic to not anger the menace, Karena smiles emotionlessly.[/i] "Good. I hope I never see you again." [i]Karena makes it to her class just in time before the second bell rings, and she finds herself back at the dojo.[/i]